**I am currently in a creative writing segment in the high school that I work at. Currently working with flash fiction or 100 word stories I came up with one during class that I wanted to share**
My goal was to prove I was the best. My legs struck the track with brevity, and floated like helium. My breathing, an asthmatics nightmare, short and shallow. At this moment, I am dying. Arms bent swinging at my side with a metronome like tempo, lactic acid stabbing with every foot strike. 100 meters till glory, the best mile ever run, changing the running world forever. As I round the last turn the boisterous crowd goes numb in my ears, chanting my name screaming with astonishment. I cross the line, break the tape, change the world, with no one watching.